Today is Saturday. Today, I received a letter from one of my incarcerated friends who I was able to send stamps to thanks to the generosity of a few people. He was so grateful.
I am grieved to say he was stabbed in the stomach at the Tennessee prison where he is caged. He was life flighted to a nearby hospital.
Honestly, sometimes I want to stop doing this; writng prisoners. I have nightmares about them. But then, I think about how for some of them I am the only line to the outside, I am the normal in their nightmare, I am the one who cares about them without judgement.
I think the worst in all of this is the feeling of total helplessness to change the conditions. My friend is in with gang members and he has been targeted. I want to give him hope that he will survive. Is that all there is? Survival?
It’s so very big and I for one feel so very small. I love my friends and it is a terrible price to see them suffer. It is so close to home. I just want to be strong, supportive, encouraging and loving. Somedays it’s all I can do to write, and write something that will brighten their day.
Matt feels the same. He said tonight that he wanted to be positive, encouraging and give some hope; but, he finds it difficult some days.
I always say love is an action. I need to live what I preach. Please pray for me. Thank you💕